Silver’s words from earlier assault me.
Nope. Not going there.
“Ellie, je t’aime.” Ronan taps the back of his neck. “But I still need my head.”
Cole sighs. “Stop being such a pussy, Astor.”
The three of us gawk at him. It’s the first time I’ve heard Cole say something like that.
“A pussy?” Ronan scoffs, appearing dramatically offended. “I’ll show you what a pussy can do, Captain.”
Cole hums as if he doesn’t believe him and Ronan elbows his captain in the ribs.
“Let’s go, Ellie.” Ronan grins, flinging an arm around my shoulder. “I’ll be your white knight.”
“I don’t need that.”
He feigns sadness. “Yeah, you kind of got yourself a king.”
My lips purse, but I try not to let it get to me.
“Are you sure about this?” Kim asks, her eyes filled with worry.
She’s game for partying, drinking, and the whole teenage scene, but she’s chicken shit when it comes to plotting.
Leaning in so no one can hear her, she whispers, “You know King isn’t the type to be manipulated.”
“I’m not manipulating him. I’m giving him back what he deserves.”
“True that,” Cole offers me a high five that I return.
“Okay, bitches.” Ronan pauses. “Aside from Kimmy and Ellie… so that only leaves Nash and Knight. Wait.” He searches around as if just realising something. “Where the fuck is the devil X?”
True. I didn’t see him for the entire day.
I’m surprised Ronan is just noticing that, though.
“He’s on a family trip for his father’s work,” Kim says with a low tone before she meets my gaze as if she’s caught off guard. “What? He lives across the street, remember? Besides, our parents are friends and the little shit Kir wouldn’t shut up about him. It’s not like I have a choice in any of this.”
“How come I don’t know about that?” Ronan taps his chest. “This shit is bad for my abandonment issues.”
“Do you even check our group chat?” Cole asks.
“Group chat?” Ronan furrows his brows. “Oh, that. Mais, bien sure. I totally know about it.”
“Right.” Cole faces me. “You can go now.”
“Thanks for helping out,” I tell him and Ronan.
“Hey, anything to get a reaction out of King.” Ronan waggles his eyebrows.
“And to teach him a lesson,” Cole adds.
“Now, drink.” Ronan shoves a tequila shot between my fingers. “Ahh, I love ruining the youth.”
With one last deep breath, I chug it in one go. Then another one.
The burning taste brings nausea. I shake my head at the strength of it. Ronan’s phone flashes as he takes pictures from the side.